While my wife was taking a shower, her boss sent a message that made my stomach drop: “I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.”
I stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then I typed a reply.
“He’s out. Come over. The door will be unlocked.”
I sent it before I could change my mind.
My wife was still singing in the bathroom. She had no idea I was sitting in the dark living room, staring at the front door and trying to understand how the woman I'd been married to for eight years could be having this kind of conversation with her boss.
I didn't confront her immediately. I wanted to see what he would do when he arrived.
Less than ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I looked through the peephole.
A man in a dark jacket was standing outside, holding a shopping bag. I recognized him immediately. He was the same man whose name my wife had saved as “Work” in her phone.
I opened the door.
His confident expression disappeared when he saw me.
“Uh... I'm here to drop off some files,” he said.
I glanced at the shopping bag.
“Files don't usually come with chocolate and gift boxes.”
He stopped talking....
He asked for my body count while I was chopping onions for his favorite pasta. We'd been engaged four months. The ring was still stiff on my finger.
"Just so there are no secrets," Dennis said, leaning on the counter with a glass of wine. "Be honest."
I set the knife down.
"Three. Two in college, and the guy I dated for two years before I met you. That's it."
He smiled.
"Okay, babe."
I thought that was the end of it.
It wasn't.
Over the next two weeks, he started asking quiet questions. Where I'd lived before him. Which friends still talked to my college exes. Whether anyone from work had ever driven me home.
One night I found him at the dining table with his laptop open and a notepad covered in arrows and names.
"What is that?"
He closed the laptop slowly.
"Work."
But I'd already seen Marcus, my sophomore-year ex, written near the top.
"Dennis, are you investigating me?"
"I'm verifying you," he said. "People who tell the truth don't mind being verified."
I should have left that night. Instead, I stood in my kitchen with his ring on my hand and felt something cold settle in.
The following Saturday, Kiara came over to help me pick decorations for the engagement dinner. She'd been my closest friend since college and had stood next to me when Dennis proposed.
While we flipped through color samples, she asked almost casually whether Dennis had seemed off lately about my past.
I looked at her.
"Why?"
She laughed it off.
"Just curious. He's been quiet."
I let it go.
Two weeks later, Dennis announced he'd planned a special engagement dinner at a steakhouse downtown.
Forty guests.
I had no idea he was planning something else….
My father had one strange instruction before he died.
He told my mother that a particular man must attend his funeral.
The man wasn't a relative.
He wasn't a friend.
And according to my mother, my father had never even mentioned him before.
But my father left ₦20 million in his will, specifically instructing the lawyer to give the money to this stranger.
My siblings were furious.
My eldest brother accused the lawyer of fraud.
My younger sister threatened to challenge the will.
But the lawyer insisted the instructions were legitimate.
On the day of the funeral, the stranger arrived.
He wore a black suit and stood quietly at the back.
He didn't cry.
He didn't greet anyone.
He simply watched the coffin.
When the service ended, he approached my mother.
"Madam, I'm sorry. I tried to come earlier."
My mother slapped him.
Everyone froze.
Then she shouted:
"You have no right to stand here!"
The stranger didn't fight back.
He simply placed an envelope in her hand and walked away.
That night, I opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph of my father holding a newborn baby.
The stranger was standing beside him.
On the back, someone had written:
"One of these children was never supposed to survive."
I looked at the photograph again.
There were two babies.
But I had only ever known about one.
Imagine spending three weeks building an idea, working through challenges, preparing the presentation and making sure every detail is right.
Then comes the meeting, and someone else presents your work as if they created it. Your manager praises them, everyone applauds, and you’re left sitting there knowing the truth.
The worst part isn’t just losing the credit. It’s watching someone benefit from the effort you put in.
What would you do? Expose them right there in the meeting, confront your manager privately, or stay silent and start documenting every contribution from that moment forward?
Waouh. Je suis venue chercher de l’eau chez Leclerc aujourd’hui. Regardez l’état du rayon c’est une folie 🤯
J’ai vu une dame prendre plein d’eau, elle a remplie son caddie à ras bord.
Je me demande ce qu’il se passe 😳
Gave one of my nerdy friends a chance... he deeply released all his loads on me…
Me and this guy have been friends for quite a while.
We have a lot in common and we hang our pretty regularly. It's always been pretty obvious that he's into me, sexually at the very least, but he's never been weird or pushy about it. It's not that I wasn't attracted to him either before this, but it's just that solid guy friends who really just like hanging out with you are so hard to come by these days.
The thing is... I hadn't really gotten laid in a while, and I wasn't really in the mood to go out and set something up with someone I didn't really know so...
I just gave it to him straight with a text message. I was basically like hey so I'm really horny right now and I don't feel like meeting someone new so it you're down to come over to my place and see where things go bla bla bla I hope this won't make anything weird between us etc...
Anyways, he was at my place an hour later. I wouldn't say it was awkward, but there obviously was some excitement and tension between the both of us. We eventually started making out on the
Rihanna hooked up a beautiful model she met on IG for her boyfriend, A$AP Rocky, to spend the night with. She later shared the results on her Instagram Story, showing that her man had a good time.
“My boyfriend and his side chick had a good time last night. P.S. I’m not a jealous girlfriend.”
Cheating on College Boyfriend with his Roommate who ate my pussy till I Squirt
When I (F28) was 20, I was in somewhat of a long distance relationship with Lauren (F20). About once every month I would drive to her college and spend the weekend with her and over this time I became pretty good friends with her roommate Ellie (F19). Looks wise Lauren and Ellie were very opposite, Lauren was about 5’6, brunette, a little on the thicker side with big legs and big tits. Ellie on the other hand was about 5’1, blonde, and incredibly skinny with almost nonexistent tits, but she had a perfect shaped ass that I loved staring at.
One of the times I went to visit Lauren the two of them wanted to go to a party so I offered to be the designated driver. Lauren decided to wear jeans and a t shirt that wasn’t too sexy, but Ellie wore skin tight leggings that showed off her perfect ass along with a crop top with no bra so all night I could see her cute little nipples piercing through her crop top.
The party was fun, but being the DD I didn’t have more than a beer meanwhile Lauren was getting trashed. Seeing her get so drunk was a turn off for me and all I wanted to do was get her home safely, but I also was enjoying stealing looks at Ellie all night.
On our drive home Lauren is in the passenger seat and Ellie is in the back seat. Lauren was horny but was so drunk she was slurring her words and saying she couldn’t wait to fuck when we got home. I knew she was too drunk for that though. When we got home I helped get Lauren into her room and into bed and the moment her head hit the pillow she was out and sleeping.
I changed into a t shirt and sweatpants and made my way into the kitchen where I saw Ellie standing there in a white tank top and a pair of booty shorts with the bottom of her beautiful ass peeking through the shorts.
I knocked a finger against the wall to let Ellie know and announced my presence to her, and she clearly wasn’t expecting me as she gave a little jump and spun around quickly and said “Oh hi!” She was still braless and her nipples were poking through her white tank top, “I thought the way she was talking in the car you’d for sure be in bed right now.”
I stepped closer to her and said “Yeah, she’s too drunk for that. I tucked her in and she’s knocked out.”
Ellie had both hands on the kitchen counter making no attempt at hiding her hardening nipples from me, “Oh, well I’m sorry you came all this way and she passed out on you. I’m sure you were looking forward to some time with her tonight.”
My eyes were glued to Ellie’s nipples and I could feel myself get harder by the second. I looked up at Ellie’s face and caught her looking down and the bulge in my gray sweatpants. “Yeah well to be honest… someone else had my eye tonight..” I said to Ellie as I continued to step closer until I had her pinned between me and the counter.
“Oh is that so?” She responded as she looked down at my bulge one more time before looking back up at me and biting her lip. I leaned down and she leaned her head up meeting me in the middle for a kiss. I pressed my body against hers so she could feel my hard on rubbing against her as I reached my hands down to pick her up and sit her on the kitchen counter.
$15 MILLION vs $100 MILLION. 🐉🔥
Two different budgets. Two different cinematic visions. One legendary monster.
But let's settle this…
Which Godzilla looks more terrifying, 2023 or 2026?
And does spending more money really guarantee a better movie? 👀
Rihanna has just ended her relationship with A$AP Rocky after discovering that he secretly had DNA tests carried out on their three children without her knowledge.